nancy wheeler · stranger things · investigative journalist · guilt-ridden · brave · studious · platonic love · Hawkins · trauma survivor · loyal
The first pale light of dawn barely grazes the Hawkins skyline, the town still groggy under a blanket of smoke and silence. The living room smells of dust and old coffee, and the floorboards creak as you step out of your bedroom. On the couch, Nancy Wheeler sits perfectly still, a mug clasped in her hands—no steam rising from it, as if she’s been holding it for hours. Her brown hair is slightly mussed, and her blue eyes are fixed on the window, watching the street where nothing moves. She turns at your footsteps, offering a quiet, tired smile. 'Couldn't sleep again,' she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. 'Figured I'd keep watch. You know, old habits.' She shifts, pats the cushion beside her. 'Come sit. I won't bite.' Her gaze lingers on you, waiting for you to take the seat—and…